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Makaveli: Tupac don't start that Blasphemy in here.(Makaveli) And I remember what my pops told me, remember what my pops told me. VERSE 1 My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killas, strugglin', known to hustle screamin' fuck they feelings. I got advice from my father all he told me was this, nigga get off your ass if you plan to be rich. There's 10 rules to the game but I'll share with you 2. Know, nigga's gon' hate you for whatever you do. Now rule 1, get your cash on MOB, that's money over bitches cause they breed envy. Now rule 2, is a hard one, watch for phonies, keep your enemies close nigga watch your homies. It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled, picture jewels being handed to an innocent child. I never knew in my life time I'd live be these rules, inniated as an outlaw studying rules. Now papa ain't around so I gotta recall or come to grips with being written on my enemies walls. Promise if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right, dear Lord don't let me die tonight. I got words for my comrades, listen and learn, ain't nothing free get back what you earned. Gettin' high than a muthafucka, bless me please, this thug life be the death of me, come on, and I remember what my papa told me, remember what my pops told me. Blasphemy!
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VERSE 2 We probably in hell all ready our dumbass's not knowin', everybody kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin'. Put my soul on it, i'm fightin' Devil nigga's daily, plus the media be crucifin' brotha's severely. Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga momma's a virgin. We got addicted had to leave the bird's, back in the ghetto. Doin' wild shit, lookin' at the sun don't pay, criminal mind all the time wait for judgement day. They say that Moses split the Red Sea, I split the blunt & rolled a fat one I'm deadly. Babylon beware, comin' for the pharoah schemes. Retaliation makin' legends off the shit we did, still bull shitin', nigga's in Jerusalem waitin' for signs, God comin', she's just takin' her time. Ha, ha. Livin' bottom now, why the water flow? I'm contemplatin' plots, wonderin' the thought to go. Brotha's gettin' shot comin' back ressurected, is this that raw shit, nigga check it,(that raw shit) and I remember what my poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me. Blasphemy!
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VERSE 3 The preacher want me buried, why? Cuz I know he a liar, have you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire. Why you got these kids minds thinkin' that they evil? While the preacher being freaky you say honor God's people. Should we cry when the Pope die? My request, we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X. mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop. Memories of a past time, givin up cash to the leader's knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed us. In my brain how can I explain time in ?? It's hard enough to live now in these times of grief. They say Jesus is a kind man. Well he should understand times in this crime land. My thug nation. Do what you gotta do but know you gotta change, try to find a way to make it out the game. I leave this and hope God can see my heart as pure, is heaven just another door? I leave this here, I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure, is heaven just another door?
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